Jing Min's tone was somewhat forceful, his deep voice like a cold wind rushing straight towards Chu Wuyang.

Chu Wuyang was startled; she hadn't expected him to be so sensitive about this topic.

She opened her mouth slightly, but didn't know how to respond, so she remained silent.

A hint of annoyance flashed in her eyes, as if she regretted bringing up this inopportune topic.

It's like accidentally touching a hidden and dangerous switch.

Seeing this, Jing Min sighed softly, a hint of bitterness in his sigh.

His tone instantly shifted to a soothing one, as if to dispel Chu Wuyang's unease.

He reached out and gently took Chu Wuyang's hand, his gaze somewhat distant.

"It's nothing, it's just that I was sent abroad as far back as I can remember, so my memories of them from childhood are very vague,"

"Over the years, I know even less about them. To me, my parents are nothing more than strangers."

His words carried a sense of loneliness, like a child forgotten by the world recounting his past.

The sadness he inadvertently revealed in his words made the originally ambiguous atmosphere heavy, as if a layer of haze was hanging between the two of them.

Chu Wuyang listened quietly without speaking, only looking at Jing Min with her clear eyes.

His eyes were filled with complex emotions.

Jingmin assumed she was blaming herself, so he forced a smile and tried to ease the oppressive atmosphere.

He reached out and gently stroked her face, his fingertips lightly tracing her cheek.

"It's nothing, having you by my side right now is more important than anything else!"

As he spoke, he pulled Chu Wuyang closer into his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his body and draw warmth from her.

Chu Wuyang slightly raised her head.

"Do you know how they died?"

Her voice was very soft, as if she was afraid of disturbing this rare tranquility.

Jing Min's eyes suddenly became dark and unfathomable, like a shadow flashing in the deep night.

He lowered his head slightly, parted his lips slightly, and whispered.

"I don't know. The report says it's a business competition, and the rivals retaliated by bribing someone to tamper with the car, which caused the accident."

Chu Wuyang blinked and continued to ask,

"Have you figured out the cause?"

Her hands unconsciously tightened around Jingmin's clothes.

Jing Min shook his head, a hint of helplessness flashing in his eyes.

"Too much time has passed, and much of the evidence is long gone. It will take time to find out the truth."

"However, the truth will always come to light eventually!"

His eyes revealed a kind of determination, like someone searching for light in the darkness.

Chu Wuyang's heart stirred upon hearing his words.

She couldn't help but think, what if Jingmin knew that his parents' deaths might have been caused by his mother taking revenge on his father and dying together?

I wonder how he will react.

That would undoubtedly be a huge blow to him, even more cruel than not knowing the truth now.

A hint of worry flashed in her eyes, and her gaze toward Jing Min became even more complicated.

Jing Min's gaze was somewhat unfocused, as if he were caught in a whirlpool of memories.

He spoke softly, his voice tinged with longing, the sound flowing gently through the quiet night.

“A few years ago, my mother would secretly come abroad to be with me.”

“Every time she came, she was extremely careful, like a secret agent on a covert mission.”

"She told me that there were many bad people in China watching her, and that our meeting must not be known to anyone."

"I suppose the bad people she's talking about are those who are business rivals of our family."

Chu Wuyang was shocked when he heard this.

She sat up abruptly from Jing Min's arms as if she had been electrocuted.

The movement was so forceful that the blanket slipped down a bit.

"What?"

Her voice unconsciously rose in pitch.

Jin Lanyue secretly went abroad to see Jing Min without telling anyone.

This information was like a boulder thrown into her heart, creating a huge upheaval.

Does that mean Jin Lanyue isn't as bad as Grandma Jiang described?

She loves her child.

Chu Wuyang frowned slightly, pondering to himself.

I knew it!

How could a normal woman not love her own flesh and blood?

But Grandma Jiang had no reason to make up these things, did she?

Could there be some misunderstanding?

Chu Wuyang recalled Old Mrs. Jiang's description of Jin Lanyue's past illness and her cold-hearted abuse of her children.

Did she recover from her illness later?

A hint of joy flashed across her face.

Jing Min also sat up. He looked at Chu Wuyang in the dim light, his gaze as calm yet profound as a deep lake.

He watched as Chu Wuyang's expression changed several times, a slight smile playing on her lips as she chuckled softly, a laugh tinged with a hint of doubt.

Why such a strong reaction?

Chu Wuyang frowned slightly.

"Because you just said that your parents don't care about you, but your mother secretly goes to see you. Doesn't that mean she actually loves you?"

Jing Min sighed softly, a hint of helplessness and bitterness in his voice.

"That was true at first, but not later."

As he spoke, he reached out and pulled Chu Wuyang close, and the two sat against the headboard.

He held Chu Wuyang tightly around the waist, his hands seeming to want to meld her into his body, his voice deep and gentle.

"But it doesn't matter anymore. With you, I have my own home now."

He tightened his grip, as if to emphasize the preciousness of this possession.

Chu Wuyang lowered her eyes, not daring to look Jing Min in the eye; her heart was pounding.

Feeling a little guilty, her voice became somewhat softer.

"Why didn't it change later?"

Jing Min's eyes dimmed slightly, as if a dark cloud had obscured the sunlight.

"Then she got sick,"

"The last time she saw me, she looked very haggard."

"She told me that she was very ill and that even doctors couldn't cure her."

His voice was a little hoarse.

Chu Wuyang's heart skipped a beat, like a stone hitting a calm lake, causing ripples of unease.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her voice was somewhat stiff and unnatural as she asked:

"What illness?"

The memory of Grandma Jiang saying that Jin Lanyue had a severe mental illness flashed through her mind.

Did she even tell Jingmin this?

What would Jing Min think when he found out? Countless thoughts intertwined in Chu Wuyang's mind.

Jing Min frowned slightly, gently shook his head, and a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes.

"I don't know! She didn't say."

His gaze was fixed on the distance, as if trying to pierce through the darkness of memory to find the answer.

But there was only a blurry fog there.

His hand unconsciously tightened its grip on Chu Wuyang's hand.